Because it would make my little brother cry.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not heartless. I like a good muppet show now and again.
I’m against Kermie disection on most days.
But to see Roger cry like the little red headed girl he is?
Where was this when I was having a crisis in faith?
Where was this when I was teaching in Catholic schools?
Where was this when I was looking for the perfect gift for Father last Christmas?
I know it’s not funny, but I’m thirsty and getting my own glass of water means that I have to walk by the living room and if I do that there’s a good chance I’ll be seen by my children and that means that my Me Time is over for the day.
I can’t risk that.